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Chapter 7

The next morning, Della woke up with a smile on her face. Without looking at the alarm clock, she jumped out of bed. Dancing a little as she changed out of her pjs and into a fresh outfit, she started singing "Hooked on a Feeling" by the Swedes.

"IIIIIIIII'mmmmm hooked on a feeling!" Della sang out, pulling on an old Power Line Concert t-shirt. She twirled around, humming the next line to the song, which she didn't know. She found a nice pair of cargo pants and pulled them on. Then she started singing the next line she knew from the song. "That you're in loooooove with meeeeee -"

"What in Dismal Downs is that racket?!" The voice of her Uncle Scrooge interrupted Della's singing. "It sounds like a bear's dying!"

"Aw, come on Uncle Scrooge," Della whined, swinging open her door and poking her head out. Scrooge was standing in front of the door, still in his robe, arms crossed. "Everyone knows Donald's the one who sounds like a dying bear. I, on the other hand, have the voice of an angel."

"Phooey and nonsense." Scrooge grouched, rubbing the bridge of his bill. He let out a yawn and waved his cane at her. "What is it you're doing up so early anyway?"

"Early?" Della asked, blinking. Usually she slept in till noon, due to an extreme case of jet lag.

"Aye, it's nearly six a.m." Scrooge replied, pronouncing "a.m." as "a-ham". If Della weren't so surprised at the time, she would have laughed at his accent. At the moment, however, she was silent.

"Oh my stars - I'm in love." Della said, her voice in shock. The only other time she'd felt this way...was a long, long time ago. A little over ten years, to be exact. She'd fallen in love, she laid three eggs, and then the one she loved had died a horrible death. After that, Della didn't think she'd ever fall in love again. When she was stranded on the moon, she was certain she'd never fall in love again. And now that she was back on Earth she'd known she would never fall in love...so why had it happened again?

"I beg your pardon?" Scrooge asked, the sleep gone from his face. Della blinked and shook her head. Uncle Scrooge could not know about her and Fenton...at least not yet. Things were too new.

"Oh, uh, I said "'Oh my stars - I'm in luck.'" Della replied with an uneasy smile. Scrooge squeanted his eyes suspiciously. But before he could ask anymore questions Webby, Lena, and Violet came walking down the hallway.

"I heard someone singing Swedes music," Lena said, glancing between Della and Scrooge. She stuck a thumb at Scrooge. "And I'm guessing it wasn't him."

"Webby!" Della said, smiling and embracing the pink duckling in a hug. "How great to see you again!"

"OOOOOOOO!" Webby's eyes went wide and she flashed a quick selfie of Della hugging her. "This will be perfect for my scrapbook!"

"Good morning, Ms. Della," Violet said, nodding at Webby and Della. She then turned to Scrooge. "Good morning Mr. McDuck. I would like to express my gratitude for letting me have a sleep over with Webbigail."

"Oh it was nae a problem." Scrooge replied, smiling lightly at Violet. "I don't believe we've properly met Miss…"

"Violet Saberwing," Violet said, sticking out her hand for Scrooge to shake. While Scrooge was busy talking with Violet, Della slowly let go of Webby and snuck down the hallway. All the while her mind was going over everything that had happened last night.

She liked Fenton. She thought he was cute, she wanted to go on another date with him - but she had no idea she loved him. Did he love her? He must at least like her, because he did kiss her….

"Why are you acting so surprised?" An all too familiar voice casually asked. Freezing, Della turned to face the one person she hoped she'd never see again. Her reflection. In escaping Scrooge, she'd neglected to take the windowless hallway...now she was faced with her reflection. "I mean - he did kiss you."

"The last time I fell in love - the guy died." Della stated, not daring to say the name that had haunted her many a lone night on the moon. She'd erased his name from her mind while on the moon, instead memorizing the names of everyone else who she was (fairly) certain was still alive on Earth.

"So?"

"So, what if it happens again?"

"Well, at least this time you won't be alone with three eggs on the way," Her reflection said, putting a hand on the bottom of her chin. Then, with an evil smile she added. "No, this time you have three growing boys on your hands. Which raises another point - will Fenton love you if he knows you have kids?"

"He loves kids!" Della replied, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at her reflection. The other Della raised an eyebrow. "At-at least, I think he does..."

"Ooo, seems you need to learn a little more about him before you give your heart away," The other Della said, smirking. Della opened her mouth to respond when someone put a hand on her shoulder.

"Aaaah!" Della let out a small scream and leaped back, striking a karate position.

"Woah - mom - it's just me!" Dewey said, holding both hands up. Della blinked, taking less than a minute to recognize her son. She let her guard drop, and relaxing her arms.

"Sorry Tur - I mean Dewey," Della smiled sheepishly at her son. Dewey smiled back at his mom, forgiving her easily.

"What were you doing, mom?" Dewey asked, his smiling wavering as he glanced between Della and the mirror.

"Oh, I was just, um," Della searched her mind for an answer, while at the same time keeping Dewey between her and the reflective windows. "Practicing a...uh...play."

"Cool! Can I be in it?" Dewey asked, his eyes brightening. Della scratched the back of her head and put an arm on Dewey's shoulder, leading him away from the windows.

"You know, the play wasn't really going anywhere…" Della said, shrugging like it was no big deal. One thing she didn't plan on telling anyone was the fact that she talked to her reflection...and that she was evil (her reflection, not her). "Hey, how about we go eat some breakfast?"

Elsewhere…

Fenton came in late to work, though not for the first time. And since he was an unpaid intern, he didn't think Dr. Gearloose would care. I mean, it wasn't like he cared where Fenton worked...which was probably why his office was in the bathroom. And why he spent most of the day mopping rather than working. And the fact that Dr. Gearloose always called him Intern, not by his name.

"But that doesn't matter," Fenton said, shaking his head. "What matters is that I am an intern and -"

"Finally!" Gryo interrupted. "I've been waiting for more than an hour for you to arrive!"

"Sorry Dr. Gearloose," Fenton apologized. He was only two minutes late but...it appeared even being two minutes late to his unpaid job was going to cost him. "I spent a little more time singing in the shower than usual."
"I don't need to know why you were late." Gyro snapped, folding his arms. Fenton nodded, quickly shutting his bill. Boy, how he wished he could have been spending today with Della. Instead, he had to wait all week...until Sunday.

I hope you all enjoyed this latest chapter! I forgot how much fun it was to write dialogue for Fenton, and Della. I guess I need to do it more lol. Anyways, I hope you are all staying safe, and have a great rest of the week!